11 days to go

Yes, it is too late to change into someone we aren't.
And you know what? I don't want a George Clooney on my doorstep.
It would only make me terribly nervous and insecure.
Besides, not my type...

What I want is meeting the person I got to know so well by talking on the phone and sending messages over the internet.
LOL, ok, I will admit, my hair got a paintjob this afternoon (he doesn't have to know how gray I am just yet) and I sure wish I could have lost a couple of pounds.
But what I love so much is that we could also chase these ghosts off, like many ghosts that we took care of in the time we got to know eachother.

Rightnow I am more thinking of what you will think of this little country and the people living in it.
Am curious after the differences that we certainly will find between us.
But most of all, I hope the weather won't be too bad.

Only 11 more days...